There's so many different ways this story could be told. I could start with the time when Elsa and I thought it would be funny to steal the wine and bread from the church office because we wanted an appetizer. Or the day when Jaz had to forcefully forcefully hold me back from laying out my brother. Or the day I killed a person.
I know that none of this makes sense to you right now, hell it barely makes sense to me. There was one specific night that stood out most though. It was the night I lost a part of me. I could go on about all of the events that happened from beginning to end. But I don't think that would be as effective if I did.
I guess a good place to start would be the day I arrived at my new school and home.
St. Anthony's school for deliquents.
The lovely place where I met criminals who weren't bad. It's also the place where I learned that there is more to people than what's on the flesh.
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Okay so this is my first story on this site. I am slightly nervous and excited for it to be out there. I'm not a professional writer, so obviously there will be many grammatical erros and I apologize now for those. I've had this story in my head for a while.
